Some Dance to Remember

I started reading this last night--really reading, reading every word. It came back to me that I had begun it some months ago--and put it aside, finding it wasn't pornography, and pornography, then (a la Gordon Merrick), was what I wanted. What a superficial asshole I am sometimes. Anyway, last night and this morning I got into it: I'm enthralled like I haven't been since Mordden's "Buddy" novels. I've already (not yet as far as 100 pages) found stuff in it that speaks to my heart and my own experience in a way that Mordden isn't even close to. I was there, in San Francisco, then...It's like looking at home movies. And more. I googled Jack Fritscher and found that we share more than history: (item) Fritscher wrote that lovely hard-core porn short-story Corporal in Charge of Taking Care of Captain O'Malley that I long ago jacked off over, and over--and was astonished that Dan Savage, even, mentioned it as being very hot, in either The Kid or Commitment. Of course I never remember the authors' names of the one-handed fiction, whether I get off on it or not, so it comes as quite a delightful surprise. (item) In interview, Fritscher says about AIDS, exactly what I say, that: a "corporation," probably, invented it and set it loose in Africa, thus ending the Party, or, if you prefer, Golden Age.  (item) Fritscher's "homomasculinity" is in essence all that I've been blogging about lately; including yesterday's rant on the sick feeling you get when you fuck a man who's not masculine--and what an important part of sex is mental, psychic even.